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[freezerburned]

look i dont know how many friends scott had here but

hes gone

so there you go.


...he was really sorry about attacking everyone too. so dont hold that against him. or me i guess. we're... im fixed now. no more werewolf attacks

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[offline]

[freezerburned]

I guess so, yeah.

[Isaac pauses for a moment, before scooting a little so his back is flush with the wall, giving Peter room.]

I'm used to it. All the days we spent in isolation.

[offline]

[werewolfing]

Yeah.

[except he was a wolf, then. he sits on the part of the bed isaac's left for him and takes off his boots and socks.]

You want me to change?

[the tone of his voice indicates that he doesn't much care one way or the other.]

[offline]

[freezerburned]

[Isaac thinks for a moment on that before he shrugs, curling into himself so there's- obviously no false ideas about what's going on here. Isaac is on his part, Peter can stay over there.]

You'd just get skin and stuff everywhere. It's fine, if you're comfortable.

[offline]

[werewolfing]

Comfortable enough.

[peter definitely doesn't have any false ideas. stretches out on the bed with his back to isaac, his head pillowed on his arm and just enough room between them that they don't touch at all.]

[offline]

[freezerburned]

Mm.

[That's all the acknowledgement to that Peter gets, before Isaac closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to settle, to not think about everything that's happened.

After a few minutes, he turns to face the wall so he can open his eyes again, staring at the metal of it with deep, even breaths like he's asleep- but despite his inclination for it, Isaac will probably be awake and silent for awhile yet.]

[offline]

[werewolfing]

[peter can tell isaac isn't asleep, but as far as he can tell isaac really doesn't want that to be his business, so he's not making it his business. it takes a bit, because even though peter can generally fall asleep anywhere it's harder with the pull of the moon, but his body goes warm and slack against isaac's back, just barely asleep.]

[offline]

[freezerburned]

[It takes him awhile, almost an hour or so before Isaac finally finds himself starting to drift off, slackening a little so his back is pressed up against Peter's shoulder, a point of contact that shouldn't be as comforting as it is.

And if he whimpers once or twice in his sleep- then well, it's not like anyone is awake enough to hear it or mock him for it.]